The storm is moving very quickly
Like these feelings all over me
And inside of me so nicely
I didn't really know, you see
It was just...well, I felt it

I could almost reach out
and touch those colors
I could have gone without
Yet, I seemed much taller
So I jumped off, I ran to her

It was all grey in the opening
What's odd, yet not so much
as its moving or is that leaving
allowing me to enter and touch
I really don't know

I don't really want to either
its gone now....but not to me
sometimes one needs a breather
there only these moments you see
everything, all of this

For this is all there is
For this is us
together or in the mist
actually, in the midst
the middle, the center
 

by Gary Hodges